At an age when their high-school peers were mostly into themselves, the lads in Scarlet Fever were first getting into playing psychobilly. 17-year-olds Andy and Kevin had grown up together, living across a suburban cul-de-sac from one another, listening to the same grimy punk records, watching the same cheesy horror flicks, and craving the same kind of constructive destruction their world seemed to lack. Forming a psychobilly band seemed like a foregone conclusion, so they unearthed a drummer as an accomplice and began raiding the seediest clubs in Cleveland.
That was 2005. Since then, drummers have been lost, found, murdered and buried; the clubs have gotten bigger and somehow seedier; Andy's prowess on the upright bass has officially obtained the level of some kind of mad genius; Kevin's traded in his old tremolo bar for shit-hot guitar solos; subject matter has evolved from witches and werewolves to more mature, sophisticated fare (mostly beer, puke, and twilit debauchery); and the tempo has reached autobahn speeds illegal in most civilized nations.
After releasing a handful of demos and EPs, the devilish trio unleashed the full-length Burn Out the Sun.Stay Out All Night in 2010. They finally found a sinister musical soul mate in former Allergic to Whores drummer Mike, and he straddles some desperate, heaving percussion through all ten tracks. Kevin holds down vocal duties, but Andy won't let too many choruses go by without hollering something. Like a junk yard dog, they've developed their sound to be fast, mean, dangerous, and apt to mark its territory.
Five years is a long time to shine your wheels to such an evil gleam, and Scarlet Fever has certainly benefited from sharing the same stages as psychobilly superheroes like Mad Sin, the Koffin Kats, Nekromantix, the Quakes, the Creepshow, Zombie Ghost Train, Sasquatch and the Sickabillys, and the Goddamn Gallows. Their frequent raiding parties on the Lake Erie region have garnered them a reputation as a wicked live band, willing, nay, eager to put themselves in harm's way if it moves the crowd. And like most marauding invaders, Scarlet Fever has a taste for conquering foreign landscapes. How long 'til their blazing torches and blistering guitars arrive in your town?
